The Unshackled King (by David Wu) novel Chapter 60

Eliza was powerless to resist as the lackey rummaged through her bag, pulled out her phone, and handed it to Dawson.

A quick search through the device soon revealed Stefan's contact details.

A cruel smile spread across Dawson's face as he dialed the number.

*****

Outside the hospital, Stefan had just flagged down a cab. The evening was growing late, and he was preparing to return to the Stewart Mansion.

His phone rang suddenly. The caller ID showed Eliza.

"Hello, Eliza..." he answered casually.

"So you're Stefan, huh?" A rough, menacing voice snarled through the line, "Eliza's little sweetheart? If you want her alive, get your ass to the sixth floor of the Dynasty Club now. Otherwise... I'll take my time breaking this pretty thing."

Stefan's expression instantly darkened. They had Eliza.

"Stefan, don't listen to him! Don't come, please don't—"

A sharp slap echoed through the receiver, cutting off Eliza's terrified plea.

A dangerous chill radiated from Stefan, his voice dropping to a low, lethal calm. "Listen carefully. If she loses a single hair, I will tear every one of you apart."

*****

Inside the lavish private room at the Dynasty Club, Dawson tossed the phone aside.

He turned to the woman beside him—Scarlett Butler, a redhead dressed in revealing clothes that hugged her curves. "Everything ready, Scarlett?"

"All set, Dawson, the place is locked down tight. The moment that guy steps inside, he's ours," she purred, leaning into him.

"Perfect," Dawson chuckled, wrapping an arm around her waist as she coiled against him.

His gaze then shifted to Eliza, bound and helpless nearby. "I've been patient with you. All those times you said no... turns out your heart belongs to someone else. Well, once your boyfriend gets here, I'll make sure he watches before I ruin him for touching what's mine."

"Bastard! What... what did you give me?" she demanded, panic rising.

Soon, a creeping heat spread through her body. Her skin flushed, breaths turning shallow, body wriggling.

As her binds were loosened on Dawson's order, Eliza felt weak in the legs.

Subconsciously, she pulled at her clothes, exposing large areas of smooth skin—exceedingly alluring under the glow of the private room's spotlights.

Scarlett smirked. "Oh, weren't you pretending to be pure? Not pretending anymore? Starting to act slutty? I think you're a bitch to the core, a shameless tease!"

Not to mention Eliza—even a nun who had renounced the mortal world and cultivated a pure heart couldn't resist the power of this new drug.

Dawson stared at Eliza intently, his breathing growing heavy, his gaze burning with intense desire.

Primitive lust surged within him in an instant. He stood up abruptly and said, "I originally planned to wait for that guy to come and fuck this woman right in front of him! But I can't take it anymore—I need to have a good time right now!"